You Are My Sunshine
The Cassville Ferry crosses from Iowa to Wisconsin and it is a magical mode of transport. As we were quite keen to leave our motel we are up and at ‘em by 6:30am (this starts to become a habit) and waiting for the Cassville ferry.
We cross back into Wisconsin and eagerly head for The Dickeyville Grotto, Dickeyville, WI. The grotto is a collection of large Biblical statues and shrines made of coloured stone and shells.
It is also Mother’s Day! This means the radio feeds you a high-octane saccharine-pumped vomit-inducing diet of aural-based-musical-product. I’m sure we hear “No Charge” by JJ Barrie six times before 8am. We decide to talk to each other and give the radio a break..
As the night progresses the local Sunday pick-up band begin their work, bearded mature dudes who make Ashly weep into her Dom Perignon with a version of “You Are My Sunshine” which is sung by a clone of her father in wistful hushed rural tones. At the very end I perform “You Belong To Me” – it’s pretty good actually and we get invited to the follow-on jam session at our new chum Laurie’s house. It’s ‘just up the road a-ways…’ I look at the map, it’s 15 miles and I’m off my tiny tits on champagne.